As I write this, I have been in silence for over 24 hours; I haven’t spoken a single word in over a day. It wasn’t something that happened deliberately, but it simply happened because I’ve been in solitude and I rarely answer phone calls unless it’s a client or the BF or a BFF. I pretty much went off the grid to the world, save for four text messages I sent.
For being completely silent for one whole day, I found that writing came about a bit easier, my thoughts were a bit clearer, and my ideas and perceptions of the world and my life within it became stronger.
The BF, Sean departed Saturday morning for a week-long business trip to California, and I decided I would use this time as a bit of a refractory period dedicated primarily to me doing me, as they say on the Jersey Shore. When you’ve spent 95% of the year living with someone, seeing them every day, it helps to get some time to yourself.
If you know Sean, you know that he is constantly talking, ranting, pacing, joking, and farting– sometimes I just have to tell him to shut up and take it down a notch because he has inexhaustable levels of energy; while I’m always tired but am an insomniac.
So while Sean is across the country on work, I’m having a staycation; a personal mini-retreat into myself. I liked my day of silence, I guess. Well, I didn’t hate it. After yet ANOTHER crazy nonstop weekend of work, partying, and beaches con mis amigos, it was nice to be by myself for one whole day…but also kind of scary. Although I had the distractions of housecleaning and blog-reading and book-reading and stupid TV-watching, I was still very much self-aware and very introspective.






